In a blink of an eye, it’s time to say goodbye!
Dongfang Yu'er wanted to have a chic farewell and organized a 'poetry recitation party'.
The 'poem chanting party' is actually a small party named after poetry.
Dongfang Yu'er organized this 'poetry recitation meeting' and wanted to know what the five students had learned in the past five years. Secondly, Dongfang Yuer wanted to say goodbye to everyone in a chic way.
The 'poetry gathering' is actually a small party named after poetry.
After receiving the notice to participate in the 'Poetry Recitation Meeting', Sima Ao, Xiao Pang, Li Fulai, Jiang Min, Jiang Fu and others came to the school early in the morning, ready to show off their talents.
Lilac and Yuzhu decorated the school early in the morning.
The five people's eyes lit up when they arrived at the school. When they looked up, they could see the words 'Poetry Reciting Club' written on the black plaque at the door.
The door wall of the school looks as if it has been painted red and green, the pink gauze is swaying on the beams, and the old works of the five people, such as poems, books, and paintings, are hung on the wall pillars.
The four treasures of literature and calligraphy are neatly placed on the table, as well as abundant food and wine. Therefore, the school not only exudes the fresh fragrance of books, but also smells of mellow and long nectar, giving people a poetic and warm feeling.
Youth Chronicles
The money eventually disappears,
Time never comes back.
The man is full of ambition,
You shouldn't sigh in vain.
Four Seasons Beauty
Spring rain crosses the ark,
Qingsha relieves love and sorrow.
The autumn frost makes no sound,
Snow filled the sky.
"Did Sima Ao write these two poems?" Jiang Bin asked.
"It's an old work from a few years ago. I didn't expect the teacher to frame it for me." Sima Ao said with some gratitude.
"I said, Xiaopang, your handwriting is too ugly. How can you write the word 'Xiao' into the word 'Su'?"
Jiang Bin joked about one of Xiaopang's calligraphy works, wrongly writing the word 'xiao' in the poem as 'su'.
"Ha, that's my first pen and ink." Xiaopang smiled awkwardly.
"Brother Jiang Bin, don't laugh at others. Haha! What do you think your "Peacock Picture" looks like? Is it a peacock? Why do I think sparrows are prettier than it?"
Li Fulai joked that Jiang Bin's "Peacock Picture" was too ugly, with uneven lines and puddles of ink, making it impossible to tell that it was a peacock.
"Brother Li, I know that my painting skills are not as good as yours. How about we compete in musical rhythm?" Jiang Bin said unconvinced.
"You compete with me in painting, why don't I compete with you in rhythm?"
Among the five, Jiang Bin had the highest musical attainments. Naturally, Li Fulai did not dare to compete with Jiang Bin.
The five people looked at their old works, and the happy and beautiful scenes appeared in front of their eyes, and they couldn't help but sigh that the good times passed so quickly.
"Hey, who painted this "Picture of Proud Plum Blossoms"?" Li Fulai was attracted by the picture of "Picture of Proud Plum Blossoms".
"This plum blossom is so beautiful!" Not only Li Fulai was attracted by this "Picture of Proud Plum Blossoms", but Jiang Min was also attracted by this "Picture of Proud Plum Blossoms".
"This plum blossom is so beautiful, just like the real one! Brother Ao, did you draw it?" Jiang Min touched the plum blossom in the painting with her hand and expressed her admiration.
"A Plum Blossom Picture" depicts a plum blossom blooming against the biting north wind and goose-feather snowflakes, surrounded by a small dim house. Standing at the door of the house was a single, lonely figure.
"A Plum Blossom Picture" has a unique painting style, bold and smooth brushwork, and the plum blossoms are bright and lifelike in color. It forms a clear contrast with the dimness of the small house and the loneliness of the figure, which well highlights the plum blossoms' bravery and pride despite the cold. Zhengzheng spirit.
Sima Ao was very satisfied with this "Picture of Ao Mei", so he replied proudly. "Yes. It's my latest painting. I was in a hurry and forgot to sign it."
"Let me tell you, the painting style is so unique, and the only one who can paint such stories and poetic paintings is Ao Di." As a master of painting, Li Fulai praised with resignation.
"Brother Sima has superb painting skills, first-class poetry, and is also proficient in music. You have to admire him!" Jiang Bin couldn't help but praise.
"My young master is very powerful, capable of literary and military skills, and handsome. All the girls in Kyoto like my young master."
"Little Fatty, you are talking nonsense again. I have only walked a few streets in Kyoto, but how many people recognize me?"
"He is the real master. When we were guessing the lantern fan yesterday, the girls on the street were all whispering that marrying Mr. Sima was their greatest wish."
Upon hearing this, Sima Ao's face instantly turned red, and he hit Little Fatty on the head with a fan to tell Little Fatty not to talk nonsense.
Xiaopang didn't understand and kept saying stupidly: "You can also tell by their coquettishness at that time."
Indeed, when we were guessing the lantern fan yesterday, nine out of ten women who were watching had their eyes fixed on Sima Ao's face.
Sima Ao is admired by many women, which makes Jiang Min feel even more pressure.
Dongfang Jade came with Lilac and Polygonatum odoratum.
"Hush! Sir is here." Sima Ao winked at Fatty and told him to shut up.
"What are you talking about?" Dongfang Yu'er asked.
Dongfang Yu'er has been looking a bit majestic recently. Sima Ao, Xiao Pang, Jiang Bin, Jiang Min, and Li Fulai are all a little afraid of Dongfang Yu'er.
Each one was restrained like a child who had made a mistake.
"Yes, I heard you talking freely just now. How come you all pretended to be mute and stopped talking when we arrived?" Yuzhu asked.
Dongfang Yuer glanced at Yuzhu, telling Yuzhu to pay attention to her image.
Sima Ao replied in a panic: "Oh? We were just talking about who painted the better pictures." While saying this, Sima Ao kept blinking his eyes, and finally looked at the "Picture of Ao Mei" superior.
"Yes! Yes!" the four of them replied in unison.
Dongfang Yu'er saw that Sima Ao's eyes were evasive, and she also looked at the "Picture of Ao Mei".
A flash of pink light flashed, and the scenery in "A Plum Blossom Picture" actually started to move.
That single and lonely figure turned out to be Sima Ao, and Sima Ao was lamenting his fate!
"Picture of Ao Mei" is not a dead painting, but a living painting, and it is also a painting that heralds Sima Ao's future.
Dongfang Yuer realized that the painting could not be seen by Sima Ao.
"What's wrong, sir?" Everyone was confused.
Dongfang Yu'er flicked her sleeves and used magic to seal the "A Plum Blossom Picture", and ordered Ding Xiang to put the "A Plum Blossom Picture" away immediately.
Just when Sima Ao was confused and wanted to ask why, Dongfang Yu'er scolded Sima Ao not to draw low-emotion paintings in the future.
Although Sima Ao didn't know the reason, seeing Dongfang Yu'er's panicked expression, he knew something bad was going to happen.
Sima Ao responded obediently to Dongfang Yu'er, and will pay attention to it in the future.
A voice came into Dongfang Yu'er's ears. "Do you think you can change Wenquxingjun's fate like this? Let me tell you, Wenxingjun's fate rests in my hands, and you can't even think about changing it."
Dongfang Yu'er recognized who the voice was. It belonged to Aunt Xu, and Aunt Xu was warning herself.
Dongfang Yu'er asked Ding Xiang and Yu Zhu to host the 'poetry recitation meeting' first, and she wanted to go out first.
Dongfang Yu'er flicked her sleeves and flew towards the direction where the voice came from.
"Where are you going, sir?"
Sima Ao, Xiao Pang, Li Fulai, Jiang Bin, and Jiang Min asked Ding Xiang and Yu Zhu worriedly.
Ding Xiang and Yu Zhu said they didn't know, and urged the six people to return to their seats and start the 'poetry recital meeting'.
